plastictreefan

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

"i come from the a old kingdom where the wester wind comes from, after a siege to a dark and demoniac dungeon almost every comrade died and i got lost after escaping with my last drop of energy, after walking a lot in the forest i found this place and i thought i will be safe, at least for now."